"What do you think you are doing?"

"By any means what is being expected I construe from those words of yours?"

"Don't try acting confused or dumb. You know what I mean."

"..."

"The city. It's slowly being teared apart."

"Don't you think you got the wrong number, then? I don't recall my name is Shizu-chan."

"... not in the thunderstorm way, in the twisted … dark way."

"Ne, Shinra, don't accuse people for things without substance."

"You're capable of pulling the strings from the shadows."

"You know, I'm deeply honored that you have so high expectations about me, but there is no way one person can wreck the greater picture to that degree."

"Isn't it you who calls yourself a god?"

"..."

"Your games with people have always been wicked, but this time you've taken it too far. Listen, are you okay? I don't know what is happening, but something is definitely not right about y-"

Phone call disconnected.

.

Another insignificant face blistered beyond recognition. The human cough violent, resulting in sending red spray onto the ground, although barely recognizable as a color in the subdued illumination.

Time to move on with the procedure.

I drag a slender blade, the instrument fitting perfectly into my palm.

"You don't need to do it anymore. He gave up all the information a long time ago-"

"Pardon me," I spit aware that I fail at masking my anger. "But I think somewhere in your memory an error have taken place at this rather unfortunate moment." I detach from the beautiful sight of broken pieces and stare at the intruder. "It's part of the deal, remember? This human belongs to me." You all do.

I'm fairly amused by the instant response; the man stumbling backwards, mumbling petty apologies all the while carefully eschewing eye contact.

Yes, you all do.

And you're all going to suffer.

Paying attention to the hunched figure anew I draw close. Swollen eyelids and burned skin flakes make it difficult to sight the bloodshot eyes. "Did you hear that? We can continue our fun all night long. Isn't it nice?" I sense the scent of panic, but he remain mute, maybe finally understanding that I'm immune to pleading.

At first I was most for the psychological aspect. The fun of researching your victims greatest fears and phobias to see them struggle with raw panic as you cram them into narrow boxes, take out spiders and snails and force them to eat it or manipulate them into thinking their family is dead.

I don't really have a thing for physically abuse. Too primitive. Shizu-chan-ish. Not my style. Although the latest cases contradict that statement. Just if as I really have developed into a monster craving for real blood.

Blood is extremely beautiful.

That exact line impale my brain just know as said liquid darken the floor all the while chopping my victims finger off, one by one. And it's warm. Hardly noticing the captive's squirming and screaming until he fall numb. Disappointed of the fact that he seems rather unconscious I let go of the limp body.

"Tch … no fun, are you …" I snort, already bored and lacking warmth. "Ha ha, oh well, guess the show is over for today." Taking my leave I raise my dear knife and let my tongue slide along the pointy edge, tasting metallic sweetness. I'm not usually fond of sugary stuff but I'm fairly tempted to reconsider my opinion.

.

"You gotta be kidding me. That's not freaky normal."

"Says the woman who wants to sex her brother."

I deliberately begin slurping to speed up her ageing process. My tongue explode in nuanced flavors and in the meantime it seems working. Her annoyed wrinkles is quite conspicuous, succeeding in making her look like an old hag.

I fake a smile at her.

"Fucking disgusting freak."

"Mind your own business or fuck off."

"I might do. I'm going to throw up!"

"Do you honestly think I care the tiniest bit about you? Just do your paper work."

"..."

"..."

"People talk about you."

"Don't they always?"

"It's said you have turned into a psychopathic creep aroused by devouring human flesh. And by now it seems I can sincere confirm that."

I hiss. Blood saliva hit her, sticking to her hair.

"O.K. I'm done!"

I want to state it's not human meat but her reaction is so stereotypical for some teenage girl freaking out because of a spider that no words is spoken. Instead I crack up. It's so fucking hilarious that my laughter hysterical jingle against the walls for a few whole minutes even if my secretary's hasty foot steps is long gone.

.

If I was questioning my sanity before, this at least have to be clear evidence that my head is not taking optimal decisions. And the monster seem just as genuinely surprised as I feel by my own action, if assuming it doesn't have any of its brother's acting skills. But really, who wouldn't find it odd that your we-want-to-see-each-other-dead-enemy politely knock on your door? Or is it just me? Fuck, I don't know. I can't say my judgement around normality have been intact lately.

"Flea," it growls with obvious irritation sticking to it's face. "Did madness finally get the better of you?"

"Ah, so great humour. Let's get to the point. And I will only say this once." I don't know why I'm doing this. I've already been rejected once, and now I come crawling back like an entreating underdog? A god to a neanderthal? "Come dance with me, Shizu-chan. Let's try kill each other~"

"No."

"Huh, what do you mean 'no'?"

"I hate you."

"I'm afraid I don't follow your illogical ways of thinking."

"Doesn't matter."

This strange new arrogant attitude is getting serious on my nerves.

"Are you trying to delude me that you don't fall asleep every night to the sweet picture of my dead, cold body, hmm?"

"What?" he pretend the scenario deeply disturbs him. "What ... have happened to you?" Not this again.

"Stop changing the subject. One last time. Shizu-chan."

This is weird, we might just have had the most ordinary conversation in several months, although it's actual an argument revolving around whether or not we should be fighting to death.

"Wouldn't be fair. What kind of drugs are you on?"

My pent-up anger make me act on impulse. I take a swipe at the throat and smirk when fire eat up my wrists. Its hands have caught me in the air just a few centimeters from slicing skin. "Is that so?" I voice, strangely not afraid. Even if one could suspect revenge from pulling such an act. Even if I'm in the situation of possible death in any second that would most likely involve every bone in my body crushed to dust. But I find myself oddly not really worried about such a thing, more than that I am amazed by the flaming touch locked around my hands and the dragon breath within reach. I want to die burning up in it.

"What the fuck do you want from me?"

I want to feel alive without performing pain for once.

"I think I've already explained myself didn't I? I want to dance."

"I know, but I don't want to. Not anymore."

"Like I said, I don't follow your not-logical logic. Explain yourself."

Sighing, he let go of my wrist and the connection is broken, the flames immediately slightly fading. In some corner of my brain, anxiety break out.

"I'm sick of this." I perceive every word is drowning in blame pointed at me. "The rage, the violence. First of all, I can't keep up with all your little smart ass flea tricks and traps anyway. Secondly, the only way to finish this is when one of us die and the other become a murderer."

I'm resisting the urge to go for the throat again.

"And I don't want that. So, what is the point? It's endless warfare, and we're just keeping ravaging the city, how long time will go by before our fights lead to negligent manslaughter?"

I shot it a look of unpleasant surprise, half due to the fact that it knows the meaning of those words, half due to the fact that its brain actually is able to reflect on things. Desperately searching for something that can support the theory that this being is a monster I analyze the said soul mirrors. They're not mushy like Namie's, but clear and warm with amber nuances I never really have noticed before.

I want to cut them out right now on the spot.

"Get lost, Izaya." He says with a frown before slamming the door in my face. The afterward chill breeze is unbearable.

Oh, haha dear sweetheart it's not that simple. How on earth do you think you can get away like that?

If I can't have my humanity I will make sure you can't either.

"If that's your final answer …" I speak to no one in spectacular, "then I'm afraid I have to break you."

So … A thought came across the other day that I probably should warn you about how fucked up this story's current plot line is … I kinda see this as an experimental project where a lot of my darkest places in my mind will have its fair share. Please be aware that reading is at own expense. Don't come scolding me afterwards. You were warned! Thanks.